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Friday, January 21, 2005
Tribute to German Stinginess
On iTunes: "Thunder Road" Bruce Springsteen (THE BOSS)
The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Oberson singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again cause
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside darling
You know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and your thinking that
maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but hey you're all right
Oh, that's all right with me
You can hide beneath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I’m no hero, that’s understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night’s busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven’s waiting on down the tracks
Oh, come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh thunder road, oh thunder road, oh thunder road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it’s late we can make it if we run
Oh thunder road, sit tight take hold
Thunder road
Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
And my car’s out back if you’re ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free
And I know you’re lonely
For words that I ain’t spoken
But tonight we’ll be free
All the promises’ll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they’re gone
On the wind, so mary climb in
It’s a town full of losers
And I’m pulling out of here to win. |
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